I fainted dead on the spot, and woke in a pitch black room. I looked for a source of light, and found a switch, and right behind me I saw my girlfriend climb on the chair and tie a noose around her neck. I screamed and tried to pull her down, but I was but a humble ghost and she was but a memory. She kicked out the chair, and then i heard a door slam and someone broke down the door. I decided to hide in the corner of the room. I saw myself run into the room. I was so young, yet so jaded at the time. I screamed over the corpse of my dead lover, and cut her down. I held her body in my arms for hours, until the cops came and busted down the doors, and took her body away. I saw myself walk towards the cabinet, and as I always would, I grabbed a syringe...I was on heroine. It helped ease my pain, and whenever conflict affected my life, drugs were always my answer, a poor one, yet my pathetic answer. I watched myself shoot up, and the room began to tremor as this happened. To be continued